I am publishing this letter not to fill you with emotion because it is a love letter my father wrote to my mother on January 4, 1920; they were married in December.
Daddy 1919
I do not expect anybody else to feel about it the way I do. Nor am I publishing the letter because it is brilliant and obviously written by a “man of letters.” Because it isn’t.
My father wrote it when he was almost twenty-six. In 1906, at the age of twelve, Daddy finished the sixth-grade and went to work in a shoe factory (fifty-five hours a week).
I am publishing this letter to give the reader food for thought. Can anybody today imagine a love letter like this written by a man who had only a 2006 sixth-grade education?
Think about it.
I came across a cache of old family photos. If that interests you, click here for the text article with images.
Also available as a video on YouTube.
